Page 105 of Fighting for His Life

As soon as he’s out the door, I grab my phone.

“Zoey, what’s wrong?”

“Zane. He’s looking for – he’s going after – he just left here,” I finally settle on since I can seem to say his name.

“Do they know where to find him?”

I consider what he’s asking before settling on an answer, “No. I don’t think so.”

“Zoey, what do you want to happen here? How do you want this handled?”

“I don’t want my brother or Jax to get in trouble. I don’t want them to lose everything they’ve worked so damn hard for.”

“That’s not what I mean, Zoey.”

“Can you come over here?”

A long pause fills the air then a sigh. “I’ll be there soon.”

An hour later, the elevator opens. I run into his arms with a sob. “Shh. It’s okay, squirt,” Rory says brushing my hair. “I’ve got my guys looking for them. It’ll be okay.”

“Rory, I can’t lose them. If they hurt him then they’ll go to jail.”

He chuckles and looks at me like I’m naïve and foolish. “Zoey, you do remember who I am, don’t you? Do you really think that I would let either one of them go to jail?”

I consider what he’s saying. I did forget who he is. I always forget. To me he’s always just Rory, the older brother I always wanted. I know that he prefers it that way too, but he doesn’t keep it a secret. He just doesn’t bring it around me.

“I don’t know if they could live with themselves,” I finally surmise.

“They could. They both could.”

“But I don’t want them too.”

“Zoey, I’m asking again. How do you want this handled?”

“I don’t know,” I say placing my hands over my face.

He pulls my hands from my face and forces me to look at him. “Zoey, this guy will pay for hurting you. There are no other options. I need you to tell me how you want that to happen. I can handle it in a lot of different ways, and I need to know what you want. If you don’t tell me how you want this to go down, I’m going to handle it my way.”

“What’s your way?” I ask softly. I think I know the answer, but I need to hear him say it.

“My way will be slow and painful. Every minute of pain you suffered, he will suffer. Every bruise, every cut, every fucking broken bone, he will suffer. Everyfucking thing the bastard did to you? It will be done to him. Eye for an eye is how my world operates. And when it’s done, I’ll decide if he lives or dies.”

I swallow hard as I chew on what he’s said to me. Do I want him to suffer through what he did to me? It won’t change anything. It won’t undo what was done. “It won’t bring back my baby,” I whisper out loud.

“No. No, it won’t,” he tells me pulling me to the sofa. “And, Zoey, that is why if I do this my way, he probably won’t live. Remember an eye for an eye? It applies to a life too. That’s why I need you to tell me what you want. I don’t want you blaming yourself for anything that happens to him at my hand, but I need you to know that doing nothing is not an option.”

“I want him to pay,” I say after a long pause. “I want him to suffer. He’s spoiled and entitled. He thinks because of who his father is, his family, that’s he’s untouchable. I want all of that taken from him.”

“The asshole didn’t know who I am. Or if he did, he didn’t know that you’re my family. No one is untouchable to me.”

“I hate that his family has to suffer, but I want him destroyed. But, Rory, I want him to have to live with it. Just like I do. Just like Jax does – we all do. Everyday damn day.”

“Then I’ll make it happen, Unccellino.”

“Zoey,wake up,” I hear.

“You’re back,” I say almost like a question. I stare deep into his eyes. I place my hand over his scruffy jaw.

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